"To-morrow I will take you to him. She walked down the station approach, past the neat, obtrusive offices of the coal merchant and the house agent, and so to the wicket-gate by the butcher’s shop that led to the field path to her home. ‘Her name is Melusine Charvill,’ Gerald began. The next weekend arrived and she made her decision. But it was only when that damned scoundrel nearly spitted you in the chapel—’ He broke off and, to her intense satisfaction she saw he was not as much in command of himself as he would have her believe. She found herself anxious to read more of him, and the next Wednesday she went to the British Museum and hunted first among the half-crown magazines for his essays and then through various scientific quarterlies for his research papers. Lucy sighed. There was scant social life on the Sha-mien aside from masculine foregatherings, little that interested him. Stanley. Goopes, she was sure was always high-browed and slow and Socratic. There was a gentle rustling of skirts. “Serves you right if I’d cracked your skull.
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